A recipe for pesto is super. A “recipe for life” is a recipe for disaster.
Let me start by “ripping off the bandage:” we lost dear Jonathan last week. His kidney values had taken a severe turn for the worse. We started aggressive fluid therapy, which can reverse rapidly failing renal function. It can work wonders. But, there is no way to know how effective it will be without trying. […]
You guys. You need to know that we have a situation.
Editor’s note: Kittens, it’s my joy to introduce you to a new voice on this blog. Sue the Splendorous is not new to us at Tabby’s Place. She’s been a beloved volunteer for years. But now, Felis Catus is richer for her words and her heart. We’re all (feline and human) in for a treat… — A.H.
From dust we came, and to dust we shall return. That’s the merry message of Ash Wednesday.
It’s Fat Tuesday, kittens. The climax of Carnival. The ledge of Lent. The day of muchness, merry munching and madness-making before the ashes and the awe and the evaluation of the state of our souls. If that’s your thing. Around here, you know what that means. Thus commences your annual glut of globularity, your smorgasbord […]
Time marches on. OK, you can pelt me with a cream pie made of sardine paste for that one.
Cause and effect are rarely direct. OK, that’s false. If you eat one pound of Flamin’ Funyuns, you will experience a direct effect. But in matters of the heart and spirit, things can get…fuzzed.
Tinseltown can keep its hostless hullabaloo and self-congratulatory shindigs. We don’t need no stinkin’ Oscars. We have Oscar.
Oh, kittens, you’re in for a treat today. It’s snowy in central Jersey, but our hearts are strangely warmed by one double-shot of espresso angels, Aech and Artemis. Er, I mean Frassy and Star. But don’t take it from me when you’ve got the little leopards’ own mama to tell the tale. Thanks to uber-volunteers […]